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Chapter 6 - Not Yet Done...

My boyfriend unexpectedly wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me softly on my neck. I giggled, my eyes meeting Jurgen's, and memories from earlier began to flood back. The warmth from the alcohol in my blood stirred something inside me. When I looked directly at Jurgen, I saw confusion and curiosity in his eyes. With a brave smile, I took the lead, pulling my boyfriend along with me as we shuffled closer to Jurgen. His expression changed.

As he stood right in front of me, I took both of his hands and placed them on my body. He went along with it, understanding now where this was headed. At that moment, the warmth of my body felt like a silent invitation. My breathing slowed as the desire within me grew.

I felt small and vulnerable between them, two men taller and stronger than me. But despite my nerves, I felt excitement. A warm rush spread through me.

Jurgen wasn't sure what to do. His hands loosely touched my waist.

My boyfriend gently let go of me, and without words, Jurgen now received the signal that everything was alright. Finally, Jurgen started moving, his touch cautious and searching, as if he wasn’t sure where things would lead.

This was a situation I had never been in before, but the two glasses of wine had melted away my inhibitions. My lips naturally found their way to his shoulder, and as I closed my eyes, I felt the space between us disappear.

The drinks had created a relaxed atmosphere, softening the sharp edges of the night. My boyfriend held me again, his hands firm around my waist, pulling me close. But my focus was entirely on Jurgen now. While I touched him everywhere, I gently guided him, with soft kisses, toward the bedroom.

My boyfriend lingered in the background, following us silently and observing.

When we reached the bed, I playfully pushed Jurgen back onto it. I followed him down, straddling him with my knees on either side, my skirt riding up and my bare skin pressed against him.

This was the moment I had fantasized about for so long—finally feeling him inside me. The urge for intimacy took over completely. My hands eagerly slid under his jeans, seeking more of him.

I felt a firm erection.

Soon, I decided to give him another blowjob, and the sounds he made were the best proof of his pleasure. I looked up at him eagerly. He could read it in my eyes—I wanted him inside me. Something changed in him; a raw desire surfaced. His demeanor shifted, and he became more assertive, pulling me up, rolling me aside, and taking control just as I had unconsciously hoped.

My dress slowly slipped off my body, followed by my underwear, and suddenly, I lay there fully naked. Everything felt different from how my boyfriend would do it.

I felt vulnerable, but the hunger in his gaze gave me the energy to let go of my reservations.

He touched me without shame. He kneaded my breasts, and his hands wandered down until his fingers felt the wetness of my vulva.

I hadn't given him that kind of determination. He was at least ten years younger than I was… although I didn’t know for sure. I still don’t know exactly. My guess was based on his birthdate that I had once seen in his email address.

He reached into his bedside drawer for a condom. The two men exchanged a brief look, but then ignored each other. That short interaction felt charged, as if there was an unspoken agreement. He opened the wrapper with a bit of difficulty, revealing his inexperience with the thing. But I was relieved that he was prepared.

The moment I had anticipated so intensely had finally arrived. The warmth of his body approaching as he nestled between my legs. His arms wrapped around me like a safe cocoon, and I felt the tension between us build.

Gently, almost hesitantly, he rested the tip of his shaft against my wet lips. As if any more foreplay was needed... The tension between us reached a peak, and he looked me deeply in the eyes. Was he seeking permission?

My body responded instinctively. I tilted my hips, inviting him closer. He slowly pushed himself inside me. I couldn’t help but moan. I enjoyed it.

Sensing that I wanted more, he began to move a little faster, but with a restrained caution. As if he wanted to draw out each moment, or perhaps he didn’t want to come too soon?

I wanted him deeper, closer. I tilted my hips further, my body silently begging for more. In that moment of connection, the world around us faded away. And Maarten, standing nearby, his breathing audible in the quiet room, had meanwhile pulled his pants down a bit and held his stiff shaft in his hand, his eyes fixed on us, as if he was part of this charged atmosphere.

Jurgen’s focus was entirely on me. My previously contained moans now spilled out freely.

Maarten came to stand behind my head and dominantly guided his shaft into my mouth. Instinctively, I welcomed the familiar firmness, falling into an automatic rhythm of sucking and licking.

Jurgen’s thrusts quickened, and I felt him penetrate me deeply, reaching my cervix. The slight pain felt heavenly, and with pleading eyes, I sought his gaze. I encouraged them both by moaning louder and writhing under their touch. Jurgen’s breathing betrayed that he wouldn’t last much longer, and at the deepest point inside me, he released. Just when I thought he couldn’t go any deeper, he did.

I felt fulfilled, but before I had time to catch my breath, I felt warm, thick fluid streaming over my upper body. Jurgen was still inside me but slowly withdrew. My own juices flowed from my now slightly open entrance. The condom was well-filled, which reassured me.

We lay side by side in bed, with me in the middle, and instinctively, I rested my head on Maarten’s chest—a safe place. I held Jurgen’s hand, and without words, we quickly fell asleep.

Chapter 7 - Caught

The next morning, we were jolted awake by an annoying alarm sound. We got up, unsure how to act around each other. The heated night before was still sinking in, needing time to process. What exactly had happened?

After a quick breakfast, I grabbed my laptop from the car and tried to freshen up as best as I could with limited sleep, ready for the camera. I joined Jurgen, another colleague, and the project manager for our 10 AM online meeting.

There was no time to drive home, so we decided to work in separate rooms to be on time and avoid raising any suspicions during our bi-weekly meeting.

Not even five minutes into the meeting, Jurgen and I jumped at the loud crash of a container falling outside on the street. The noise echoed through the microphones, and the entire team heard it. Their expressions said it all—they knew!